Al gvul hayam ha'acharon bein ha'arbaim
shchafim ma'uf hasof merechafim
ve'ish shehu ba'or do'ech el sh'chor hamayim
meshalich michmoret acharonah uma'afil
Nerot halailah nadlikim merosh hasel'a
hachof mo'er bazohar me'uchar
velechem yam atik haketzef vehamelach
veshikacht cholot bechashechah.
Od shetavo ito hu yechakeh rogea
kmo hachof ad gvohah hagalim
lehe'esef kmo p'ninah el machsakeyha
shel konchi'at hakesef haleilit.
On the last seashore, between the twilight
seagulls are hovering from the end of flight
and man in the light goes out to the blackness of the sea
fish-owl in the last fishing net and it darkens.
The candles of the night are lit from the head of the rock,
The shore shines in a late glow and the rage
and salt of the ancient sea fought
and the sands are calm in the darkness.
Still when will she come with him
he will wait tranquil like the shore
for the highest of waves for collecting like a pearl
for its hunters, of the silver owl shell.